Until I see, sculptor
Spread of fine light
Done in Carrara white,
Divine hand, O Mentor!
From your toil inspire
A conception, holy mother's.
Diana, Helen, Mary, aye virgin
A soft serenity, a plain memory.
My belief, onward,
Clasp of wings, a dove
As release to joy, or a Roman
Noble, with olives on forehead.
A turbaned statue,
Hats off, inscribed epithet,
Tolstoy's Helene, a fancy
Imitates nature, back-wards.
Caged emotion,
For you shall let it flow,
Give it a soul, walking amongst,
Such mortal step, languid.
The smile is from
Frozen lips, eye lids heavy
Flutter on blind eyes,
Outward in stone, bacchius breast.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
June 1,2014.
A Veiled Vestal Virgin
Marble; 1846 - 1847
Raffaelle Monti (1818 - 1881) Italy
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